(M.) Thy question hits the marvel of the tale. How he moved hence, you
saw him and must know; Without a friend to lead the way, himself
Guiding us all. So having reached the abrupt Earth-rooted Threshold
with its brazen stairs, He paused at one of the converging paths, Hard
by the rocky basin which records The pact of Theseus and Peirithous.
Betwixt that rift and the Thorician rock, The hollow pear-tree and the
marble tomb, Midway he sat and loosed his beggar's weeds; Then calling
to his daughters bade them fetch Of running water, both to wash withal
And make libation; so they clomb the steep; And in brief space brought
what their father bade, Then laved and dressed him with observance
due.